Sunday, March 30, 2008

Double You, Tea F. vol. 29 (mmmm...that's good Misogyny)













































Song for the Week of 3/31/2008

BADLY DRAWN BOY - "Promises"



I promise you will get old
I promised you everything
To protect you wherever you go
I'll give you this diamond ring

Just promise you will remember
A promise should last forever
Right up to the dying embers
Of a fire that burns so slow

It's a different day everyday
Don't want you to walk alone
But how long can we carry on?
When all of these things have gone

Just promise you will remember
That promises last forever
It's the laugh of the last dying embers
Of a fire that burns so slowly

It's a beautiful thing to do
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Remember I do love you
Have courage in what you say

Just promise you will remember
Promises last forever
Still left of the dying embers
The fire that burns so slowly

Sometimes you just have to walk away
Sometimes you just have to walk away
Wishing that today was yesterday
Yeah, sometimes you just have to walk away

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Just Needed to Share vol. 11

since Myspace runs on fucking spaghetti, i'll post this here;

When Frank Zappa's daughter knows nothing about music, you know it's over.

the guy who sold my parents their new couch told them about how his daughter was molested by the school bus driver. one of the guys who delivered and built the couch saw our dog and said he used to have one just like her. he had to give it away. the lady to whom he gave the dog died, and the dog ate her face. he told my mother this story, flies and all.

and here’s something else i did during downtime at work;

Selfishness overlooked according to a gestation calender’s length. Sibling heads split open, left bleeding overnight. Skyward granulated shrouds casting wormholes for us to fall into a low budget Hell. Day fly reflection cast in the ray-eye of a staple lined mirror ball gag. Pass off the day’s work so i won’t know "done" and i can count hours on inordinate tickets. Not that i’m unfond of pulp serenity, but i’d rather be a bleach irritant or phlegm cauterized sore-inspirations prior to issuance of disability certificates. It used to be only some ran away when muscles, though tough, were still vulnerable to snake betrayals.

Just needed to share.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Song for the Week of 3/24/2008

INTEGRITY - "Dawn of a New Apocalypse"



No name is legion
The son of a demon
Brought up form the depths of hell
The changing lamb
Turns to sand
Glorious renewal of war

Clenched fist
To the man in the sky
I stand alone again
At childhood's end
Locked away, locked inside
Kept from reality
Blind to reasons why

Ghetto stricken, filth ridden
Mother of mine
I'd give my left arm
Just to witness your demise
You brought me into this world
I'll be the one to take you out
So now you wonder
I'll be the one to take you out
So now you wonder what's wrong with me
Taking your life

Double You, Tea F. vol. 28 (now with extra FAIL)